Lost Virginity At 30 Part 1 (Helped By My Friend)

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Hi everyone. After writing and going through a lot of stories, I realized that I should write a story from the perspective of a woman. This is partially a true story. Being a man, I have made an honest attempt to write a story from the perspective of a woman.

This story is of Krithika and how she explored herself at the age of 30. Hope I do justice to every woman out there who was a virgin at some point in time and had their own fantasies. Here you go.

I am Krithika and I will be sharing some of my inner fantasies and how I lost my virginity. I am a 30-year-old single female working in an IT company. I am a virgin by choice and did not have any sex experience until I met my school friend Pallavi recently (Name changed).

Pallavi was my classmate and my best friend right from my first standard. She is very hot and sexy and grabbed all the attention during our college days. She had several boyfriends during college. I knew she first had sex when we were in college.

Me, on the other hand, being brought up in a traditional and orthodox family didn’t have any boyfriends. Describing myself I am 5’7″ slim with an average figure and had long hair. The only sex I knew was from the experiences shared by Pallavi.

After staying in my hometown for many years I recently moved to Bangalore. And to my pleasant surprise, Pallavi was working in the very same company I was working in. She was married now. I had not met her for the past 3 years.

The first thing she asked me was, “Krithi, are you still a virgin?” I replied, “Yes,” and she was shocked to hear that. She asked me if am planning to die a virgin. Being a working woman I didn’t want to get married anytime soon and didn’t have any serious relationships either. I told her the same.

She just winked at me and replied, now that am with her she will take care of it. Things passed for a couple of months. We used to discuss various things during lunch. We discussed her sex life, how great her husband was and how badly she wanted to please him one way or the other.

One day she asked me what do I think about her husband. I started getting a hint of where this conversation was going. I told her am not comfortable sleeping with her husband. She just winked at me and just said that is going to change soon.

One weekend she invited me to stay at her home over the weekend. I confirmed if her husband will be there and she teased me saying, “What do you have in mind with him?” She said he is out of the station and it will be a ladies night.

I went to her house on a Saturday evening. It was only us in the house. It was a 2 BHK apartment and since it was only two of them they had only one bed. Since her husband was out of town we decided to share the bed.

It was around 11 in the night and we were lying on the bed. Pallu was wearing blue shorts and a red sleeveless top and I was sure she was not wearing a bra. I, on the other hand, was wearing black leggings and a yellow kurti. My hair was neatly tied around my back.

Pallu teasingly asked, “Hey Krithika, have you come to the office? Why are you wearing formals now? Wear something comfortable.” I replied that I am comfortable and turned the other way round.

She started fiddling with my hair and started removing my clips and also unzipping my kurti from the back. I was shocked and was not sure how to react. I quickly turned around and asked her what was she up to.

Pallu: Come on Krithi you wont lose your virginity with me and anyways we are best of friends from childhood.
Me: I am not a lesbian Pallu and am sure about it. If I was I would tell for sure. I am not sure if I like this.
Pallu: I know. Raj is not here and you are in his bed. Don’t I deserve something from him

Knowing Pallu for so many years and having never been touched by a stranger I just could manage a smile and a nod. Pallu slowly sat on the bed and removed her sleeveless top. Never had I seen another person naked till now. Deep inside I wished it was a guy. Her breasts were around 34C.

She made me sit in front of her and removed my kurti. I was wearing a tank top and a bra inside and Pallu asked me, “What’s with you and so many inner wears?” I was stunned by now and nothing came out of my mouth. She then removed my top and I was left with only my bra.

I have a relatively skinny figure and was wearing a 32C bra. She put her hands behind my bra and unhooked it. We both were topless. I was not sure what to do next. She then hugged me and both our breasts touched against each other.

She slowly grabbed my hand and playfully started nibbling my fingers. She then took my other hand and guided me to press her breasts. She put her other hand around my waist and started gently massaging it.

This continued for some time and she then made me lay on my back and started kissing my lips. The mood was getting better. I liked being kissed and caressed but not enjoying the action. Deep down inside I started wishing it was a guy, better even, her husband who was making love to me.

I was shy to say this to Pallu and just kept imagining him on top of me. Pallu put her hands on top of my breasts and started to press it. I couldn’t hold on to it any longer and hugged her tightly and tightly clasped her and yelled at her ears,

Me: Come on Pallu show me how your husband makes love to you. Fuck me the same way. Fuck me.
Pallu: Why me when you can have him. Do you want to make love with him?

I was literally turned on by now and wished he was right there and told her the same. She just burst out laughing and she told me she was not into gals either. She just wanted to hear this from me. We both stopped our antics and fell asleep.

The next morning we had our breakfast. I took a shower and was dressing up when Pallu knocked at the bedroom door. She told me she is going out to buy groceries and would be back in an hour and asked me to have a good time. Little did I know what was in store for me and I chose to ignore her words.

I had just worn my panties and bra when the main doorbell rang again. I thought it was Pallu and she had forgotten something. I just wrapped myself in a towel and went to answer the door. I opened the door and got the shock of my life.

I saw her husband at the door. My heart began pounding as I got to know it was Pallu’s gift to me.

In the next part I will tell you what I did with her gift.

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